Evening falls to dusk.
Easily, sleep overtakes.
And my mind stumbles
slowly, into a shadow
where once I lingered.
Sillohettes of memory
begin and illuminate.
as warmth of colour,
heartfelt, enlights such
days past, here again.
Vivid and new. As the
child within my mind
runs again free beneath
the rainbow of youth.
Perhaps to bring a smile
to a snoring aged face
where once an angel
placed an unforgotten kiss.
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dusk arising (
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Comments8
Nice one,poem on.
Being young feels like being immortal, doesn't it? A lovely reminiscence of the past and left a nostalgic touch, great job!
when you were young and your heart was an open book ...
a delightful blast from the past sir if you dont mind me just sayin .. N
DA,
Wow…
A great relatable poem. I’m having my ups and downs these days. Today is an up day…and reading your poem has made it even better.
Thank you for sharing your pen.
Laura 🌻
I really like this poem, Dusk, it is so descriptive...wonderful and i loved the ending!
What a wonderful expression of memories of youth coming on gently as if in the onset of sleep and drifting into a dream. Very well written. I think this is one of your better poems.
Super words d a, those wonderful childhood memories are always with us.
Andy
Wow! Clearly you write from the heart! Love it.
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